House-sitting for her parents seemed like a good idea, until the microwave blew up and the lights went out.
Now Chloe Burke thinks upgrading the electrical system of her childhood home while they are away would make the perfect Christmas gift. Fortunately, there's an electrician in town who can get the job done by the holidays.
Scott Quinn has wanted to get his hands on the Burkes' wiring for almost as long as he's wanted to get his hands on their daughter. Chloe didn't notice Scott back in high school, but she's noticing him now, and soon they're indulging in a little festive fun: no strings, no expectations. After all, Chloe plans to get out of this goldfish bowl of a town and back to her real life in Boston by New Year's.
But Chloe and Scott discover they enjoy each other's company just as much out of bed. Could their holiday fling turn out to be the real thing?
House sitting her childhood home seemed like a good idea until the microwave blew up and the lights went out.
Okay, so the microwave didnt exactly blow upit was more of a popand it wasnt all of the lights, but Chloe Burke wouldnt be trusting her laptop to her parents kitchen outlets anytime soon. It was still light outside, but on an early December day in Maine darkness fell fast and early, so she grabbed a flashlight before venturing down into the basement.
Where she found some ancient, round, screw-in things instead of a neat row of circuit breakers. Since her skill set ran to designing websites rather than poking her fingers into faulty electrical systems, it was time to call a professional.
The phonebook was in the same kitchen drawer phonebooks had been kept in for as long as Chloe could remember, and a handwritten sheet of frequently used numbers was still tucked inside the cover. The paper wasnt yellow and didnt fall apart in her hand, so hopefully the info was from the current decade at least. And because her parents were more than comfortable in the 80s, they still had an old-fashioned, corded phone that didnt need juice to work. That was good since her cellphones battery was almost dead.
The name of the company she remembered her parents using had been crossed out and a new nameQuinn Electricand a number were squeezed in next to electrician. The name was familiar, but she couldnt quite place it. A friend of her dad, maybe.
Despite the fact it was probably past regular business hours, the phone was answered on the second ring. Quinn Electric.
An incredibly sexy voice, so probably not one of her dads VFW buddies. Hi. I know its late, but I think I have an electrical problem. I turned the microwave on and the lights went out.
Thats definitely an electrical problem.
Under the initial sexy impact, his voice was warm and had a touch of humor that had her twirling the cord around her finger like a teenage girl. The furnace is still running, so I guess its not an emergency, but
Wheres your house?
Its actually my parents house. She gave him the address and crossed her fingers. Maybe it wasnt really an emergency, but she wasnt a big fan of the dark, either.
He chuckled, a delicious sound that seemed to vibrate through the phone line and into her body. This must be Chloe. Did John and Anna at least get on their ship before you broke their house?
The curse of the small town. Yes, theyre safely at sea. And I checked the electrical box, by the way. Or I tried to, but I didnt find circuit breakers, which I at least know what to do with.
Ive been trying to talk your old man into ditching those old fuses and upgrading his service for a while, but hes, uh
I was going to say frugal.
Im not, so can we set up a time for you to fix the fuse or whatever it is you have to do to get my lights back on?
I just finished up at the Fosters, so Ill be there in ten minutes.
Oh. Cant beat that kind of service.